Another tequila, Shiela
My BFF has left and gone to Mexico (City) cause she is studying at a University there and won't be back til June three days for a wedding and then not again until October. My friend, Natalie, is a lawyer from Mazatlan who has lived in Mexico for quite awhile where she has two sons in university there. We met on the beach because of my interest in her red haired Lab named Dominique who is a very cool dog. Natalie is studying English, Sign Language, (she is hard of hearing), and some other courses wih the intention of coming back to Mazatlan and living and in addition to being a lawyer doing other things, like perhaps teaching. She is also studying computers.
On her next to the last day she bought me a pack of cigarettes and surprised me with them as well as a creme filled donut which she knows I love. And then this guy came around with a poloroid and asked if we wanted a picture and she bought two of them from him for memories. I bet since the invention of digital cameras, he doesn't do all that well these days.
On our last day at the beach I brought my jewelry as I simply wanted to show her what I did, besides write. I think I mentioned that she gave me her computer desk so I could write here and she and her son painted it for me and delivered it. I was very touched. So I'd decided that I'd give her whatever piece of jewelry she took a shine to. And I did and she bought another piece. I said I'd have to find another "amiga" and she frowned and said, "You won't wait for me?" Then she bid farewell to the sea, her love and I told her I was going to steal that friend from her. She said, OK, but I assired her that everytime I kissed the sea I'd whisper her name to it. Yeah, corny. I know.
We have a deal, you see. I speak to her in Spanish and she speaks to me in English so we can both practice. I taught how to talk to her dog in English and say "sit" and "don't bark" and then marveled that Dominique was bilingual. Cause I gotta tell ya, when I talk to Yoda in Spanish she looksat me like I have three heads. It's taken her over five years to learn a little English. How dare I?
I'm still doing well when I play the Mexican version of "Who wnats to be a Millionaire?" One question was "in a song by So and So as she tries to forget her former lover what does she ask for?" Answers: a. I forget, b. another tequila, c. another taco, and d. another enchilada.
I've never heard the song but come on . . . DUH! I got it right.
OK, so after I parted company with Natalie I saw my shaman friend who is looking for shrooms for me. He decides that I need a massage for $250 pesos Not a bad price for a massage and my neck and upper back were killing me. So we come over to my apt and this guy, a 22 year old kid, starts massaging my tits and spanking me!!! rofl
I actually did break out laughing. And he was incorrigible. He simply would not take no as an answer. "I have condom!" "No problem." "22 inside of you" Should I be grateful? lol Men will never grasp that getting laid for women is the easiest thing on earth. Even us oldsters. But I was about 7 years away from being in any way horny. Then finally he calms down and continues rubbing my back and is hurt when I only give him 100 pesos. I told he blew the rest by his behavior. And illustrated this by telling him I would pay the dentist was suppose to fix my teeth but grabbed my tits instead. He says, "Next time, no hanky panky, but you need to get some incense and candles." And I'm thinking, like there's going to BE a next time. But I think that there might be. But when he gets here it will be me giving him the massage. I'm going to teach him what a therapuetical massage is. You know, the kind of massage you can actually get paid for. Not the kind you give your girlfriend in front of the fire. He's a good kid and if he knew what he was doing, he could make some extra money.
Well shit, something is burning. I not only smell it (like a grass fire) but I can actually see smoke going by my windows. Looks very hazy over by the Pacifico Brewery. I hope the beer is not on fire! I haven't heard any sirens, no wait, there was one . . . briefly. So maybe they are just going to let it burn. This is not the air I was counting on breathing while I sleep.
It's motorcycle week here in Mazatland and they are arriving daily. I'm on a fairly busy street downtown and that familiar roar of Harleys go by fairly regularly. I still get a bit of a tingle from that sound.
On her next to the last day she bought me a pack of cigarettes and surprised me with them as well as a creme filled donut which she knows I love. And then this guy came around with a poloroid and asked if we wanted a picture and she bought two of them from him for memories. I bet since the invention of digital cameras, he doesn't do all that well these days.
On our last day at the beach I brought my jewelry as I simply wanted to show her what I did, besides write. I think I mentioned that she gave me her computer desk so I could write here and she and her son painted it for me and delivered it. I was very touched. So I'd decided that I'd give her whatever piece of jewelry she took a shine to. And I did and she bought another piece. I said I'd have to find another "amiga" and she frowned and said, "You won't wait for me?" Then she bid farewell to the sea, her love and I told her I was going to steal that friend from her. She said, OK, but I assired her that everytime I kissed the sea I'd whisper her name to it. Yeah, corny. I know.
We have a deal, you see. I speak to her in Spanish and she speaks to me in English so we can both practice. I taught how to talk to her dog in English and say "sit" and "don't bark" and then marveled that Dominique was bilingual. Cause I gotta tell ya, when I talk to Yoda in Spanish she looksat me like I have three heads. It's taken her over five years to learn a little English. How dare I?
I'm still doing well when I play the Mexican version of "Who wnats to be a Millionaire?" One question was "in a song by So and So as she tries to forget her former lover what does she ask for?" Answers: a. I forget, b. another tequila, c. another taco, and d. another enchilada.
I've never heard the song but come on . . . DUH! I got it right.
OK, so after I parted company with Natalie I saw my shaman friend who is looking for shrooms for me. He decides that I need a massage for $250 pesos Not a bad price for a massage and my neck and upper back were killing me. So we come over to my apt and this guy, a 22 year old kid, starts massaging my tits and spanking me!!! rofl
I actually did break out laughing. And he was incorrigible. He simply would not take no as an answer. "I have condom!" "No problem." "22 inside of you" Should I be grateful? lol Men will never grasp that getting laid for women is the easiest thing on earth. Even us oldsters. But I was about 7 years away from being in any way horny. Then finally he calms down and continues rubbing my back and is hurt when I only give him 100 pesos. I told he blew the rest by his behavior. And illustrated this by telling him I would pay the dentist was suppose to fix my teeth but grabbed my tits instead. He says, "Next time, no hanky panky, but you need to get some incense and candles." And I'm thinking, like there's going to BE a next time. But I think that there might be. But when he gets here it will be me giving him the massage. I'm going to teach him what a therapuetical massage is. You know, the kind of massage you can actually get paid for. Not the kind you give your girlfriend in front of the fire. He's a good kid and if he knew what he was doing, he could make some extra money.
Well shit, something is burning. I not only smell it (like a grass fire) but I can actually see smoke going by my windows. Looks very hazy over by the Pacifico Brewery. I hope the beer is not on fire! I haven't heard any sirens, no wait, there was one . . . briefly. So maybe they are just going to let it burn. This is not the air I was counting on breathing while I sleep.
It's motorcycle week here in Mazatland and they are arriving daily. I'm on a fairly busy street downtown and that familiar roar of Harleys go by fairly regularly. I still get a bit of a tingle from that sound.